A Woman I Want, Dreams
“I’ve searched that realm for years,
For you, call out to me.” I want
To curl up in your heart, she whispers.
“Even consigned to hell, hand
In hand, I’d return us to the light,
Demons left bound and kicking.”
She smiles, a romantic bastard, huh.
“A three-level tree house high
In an island oak, and orangutans.”
Who could resist? she asks.
A secret leafy, airy space all our own,
You with friends to tell stories to.